My gentle kitty
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and loud street sounds drifted in through the wide-open window... I breathed in the hot, spicy air scented with flowers and turned to you.
After catching your breath a little, to my surprise, you fluttered lightly from our love nest, threw on my white shirt, and headed to the kitchen.
I lay there, peaceful, happy, and smiled after you. I got up, put on a robe, and went to the bathroom. Turned on the water. Refreshed myself.
In my eyes, your image. Your beautiful, slender figure, happy, playful eyes radiating love. Your tender gaze. What could be more beautiful than a completely naked, satisfied woman
dressed in your man's shirt! I imagined your firm, perky breasts, sharp nipples showing through the snow-white fabric of the shirt. (Erotic stories) Just from your enchanting image, from the memories of the past minutes, an ache rose in my chest, I wanted you again, and I headed to the kitchen."You can't live on love alone! Now your little mouse will feed her kitty!" you said, slicing salad.
"Does kitty like sour cream?" you asked, stirring the salads with a spoon.
"Kitty likes to lick sour cream like this!"
I lifted you easily, like a feather, and sat you down, your bare bottom on the warm wooden kitchen table.
With my index finger, I thickly smeared sour cream on the nipple of your left breast, began to tease, running the tip of my tongue around it, gradually licking the spreading sour cream from your velvety, tender, translucent skin.
Finishing my caresses of the left nipple, I deeply sucked it in and released it from the captivity of my wet lips with a loud kiss.
No matter how hard you tried to put on the stern, indifferent look of a kitchen housewife, your fingers still touched the hair on my head.
Meanwhile, I was smearing the second nipple. I took extra sour cream on purpose. With the intention that it would immediately drip from your sharp nipple down to your navel and, melting, flow down between your charming thighs, your snow-white "wings."
The calculation was correct. Doing the same with the second breast, giving delightful caresses, I watched as a thin stream of the rich liquid disappeared between your charming legs.
After giving a final, passionate kiss, with a pull and a nibble of my lips to your excited nipple, my lips moved downward. My wet tongue left a moist trail beneath your breast and stretched toward your navel. The sharp tip penetrated it, tickling and teasing pleasantly.
My hands moved from your slender waist down to your hips, spreading your legs apart. The heat of my breath scorched your excited pussy, and the first faint moan of desire escaped your lips.
My tongue skillfully caressed your pussy. Your lover felt like a fat cat who had stuck his insolent muzzle into a jar of sour cream and couldn't get enough of the stolen happiness.
For me, eternity began, an eternity of bliss. I reveled in you. Reveled in your scent. It beckoned. Attracted. Teased. Aroused. I kissed. Sucked your clitoris. Kissed again and again, pulled your engorged lips with my own, tirelessly giving such unbearably pleasant caresses.
You, with your head thrown back, were whispering something. Fragments of phrases reached me.
"God, darling, my good one, I can't take it anymore, no, no, yes, yes! Like that, like that, good, more, more... I can't, I'm going to come..."
And it was all like some kind of obsession. I wasn't thinking at all. I worked on autopilot, immersed in my thoughts, in my fantasies.
Realizing that the cramped kitchen space wouldn't allow me to fully realize my love fantasies, I lifted you like a feather into my arms and carried you to our love nest. Gently wrapping your arms around my neck, you gave tender and yet passionate kisses.
Placing you in the center of the bed, I continued.
Slowly, unhurriedly, almost lazily, I run my tongue around your navel, my hand caressing your breast. Slowly sliding lower, my other hand softly touches, strokes the inside of your thighs. Descending to your vagina, with the tips of my thumbs, I widely spread the pink petals of your swollen bud, the beautiful flower of love. My gaze lingered, admiring their magnificence. With my mouth open, I move on to caresses. I moisten my palm with saliva, your secretions, softly massage your waiting pussy with circular and oscillating movements. Slowly, with light licks, I run my tongue along the slit of your wet pussy. I insert one, then a second finger inside.
Without haste, I lick around your clitoris. I bestow it too with soft, brief caresses. I run my tongue down and up along your labia minora, again, again, and again. Rising to your clitoris, spreading the foreskin over it, I expose it from under its hood. I sting it with the tip of my tongue, like a snake, with light, quick touches, and again return to caressing around it. I bend your slender legs at the knees and spread them a little wider.
You lie relaxed, caressing and playing with your nipples. You feel good, comfortable, pleasant. Continuing the caresses, I descend with my tongue lower. Your bud opens wider. Tensing my tongue, I insert it inside, playing with quick movements both lengthwise and crosswise. My hands stroke your thighs. Caressing the lower part of your mons, I lightly press my nose against your clitoris. Varying the movements, I run my broad tongue over the petals, completely covering them. I make several such movements and again return to your clitoris.
Playing with it with the tip of my tongue and enveloping your clitoris with my lips, I very softly draw it into my mouth. I alternate actions, gradually increasing the speed.
The nimble tongue works tirelessly. It moves without stopping. I insert a finger into your anus; this intensifies your sensual sensations. Carefully, with the pad of my finger, I first touch the rim of the opening and, pressing on the edge, as if sliding, penetrate inside. Softly and persistently, I advance into the depths of the tight little cave, not deeply, alternately withdrawing, inserting deeper, and bringing it back to the surface. I continue to caress your vagina with my tongue, now swiftly running along the very edge of your clitoris, now quickly and lightly touching the clitoris itself. Alternating these movements, I hear your continuous moans.
And now the culmination of this sweet, magical act is approaching. Crying out loudly, you shift and spread your snow-white legs, like a white swan wanting to take flight from the blue surface of a lake. A lovely, captivating picture opens before me. Your most beautiful flower begins to secrete divine nectar.
Its petals are wide open. The core, contracting, then opening wide, in thrusts, erupts a thick, whitish liquid. A stream... A second one... The petals are wide open... I see how from the depths of the pink, opened flower, the last drops appear, flowing into my cupped palm.
I smear it all over your pussy. Massage it. I send my fingers into it again. I lie down beside you.
You suggest I lie on top. Widely spreading your legs, you offer your young, beautiful body to the ravages of my monster. And he doesn't keep you waiting. He enters deeply, powerfully, filling you completely. Completely, utterly! Squeezing the last juices from your narrow, tight cave.
And again, madness and passion seize our bodies. Our souls merge into one, finely sensing each other, performing fairy-tale melodies of love. And this love song seems to have no end!
Our bodies perform now a passionate Argentine tango, forcefully striking against each other, now smoothly transition into a waltz, pressing tightly together, rolling across the entire length of the bed. Now you are on top in the cowgirl position, sitting deeply impaled on me, erotically throwing your head back, enjoying new pleasant sensations. I caress your breasts, squeeze your nipples. Continuing and continuing to spur your horse, you moan loudly. Accelerating the pace, starting to cry out loudly, in exhaustion you fall onto my chest, and I immediately, subjugating you beneath me, begin a new love ride.
Its gallop seems endless. Having received multiple orgasms, you understand that I somehow can't come a second time. Wanting to help me, you experiment with various positions. Now you are on all fours. You've brought your legs together. I cover you from behind. The contact is tighter. With the head of my cock, I vividly feel all of you from the inside. A long, bright, endless sex continues. Unable to endure physically, you collapse onto your side. I lift your slender leg, bent at the knee, and continue to slide softly and smoothly within you.
Our bodies become moist, the touches more sensual.
My head feels light, clear. Which cannot be said about the head of my cock. It, and practically the entire shaft, continues to be squeezed, not released, by the elastic ring. It envelops, squeezes, presses out all the juices. All to the last drop.
It let go. Relaxed. And I feel how the vaginal walls are no longer squeezing it but are now kissing it.
We lie silently, side by side, facing each other. I am still inside you. Only our eyes begin to speak. Our bodies have already said everything for each other.
"Do you remember, darling, how we met?" mine ask.
"I remember everything!" yours answer tenderly and gently.
Remember, you called me your little mouse? Your fantasies heated my blood. You described how you would caress my pussy. With your little tongue. With your fingers. I was simply flying away from your fantasies.
And now the time has come. You came. You found me. We met. The stars smiled happily on me once more. My friend went to the sea for a whole month, leaving the keys to her apartment to water her flowers. And how lucky I was that it was at this time I met you, my gardener. This is happiness. A happy accident.
It's just some kind of obsession. From your touches, your little mouse became a willless doll. Willlessly and without complaint, surrendering into your paws, my kitty. With just your fingers, you drive me to madness. And your caresses with your tongue make my little body tremble.
A man at that age knows a lot. Knows how to subjugate a girl. Knows all the points from which she will experience orgasm. Orgasm, one after another. You and I have a whole month left. After all, my grown-up kitty will pamper his little mouse during lunch breaks with his fingers and little tongue. Right, darling? Pamper her so that as soon as your hand slips into your mouse's panties, her mind will leave her, and she will want to repeat this with him again and again. After all, this is lust, the crazy desire of your little mouse, my gentle, tender, and experienced kitty. You won't leave me! Right?